Probably needless to say, we both took our next week off. I'd like to say we spent it with romantic strolls and other mushy stuff, but that would be very far from the truth. In the first three days, the time we spent in any kind of clothes equaled the time we took the ordered food from the delivery boys and girls. We had so much sexual energy I only heard of, but just in the "I know somebody who heard about somebody, who knows someone who had it once" level of stories.

It was Wednesday when we finally calmed down enough to actually go on that date we originally scheduled to the earlier Sunday. The weather cleared up beautifully by then, only the puddles stayed as a memento about the days long raining. Our plans about the fancy date, however, changed a little bit, so both of us could go in clothes that fit us more. Adri wore a knee-length peach-colored summer dress, and I a torn jeans with leather boots and a loose, a black sleeveless shirt.

Our acquaintances have always found our contrast strange. How could two such different women be friends, and it became even stranger with our relationship. I got a bit ahead of myself.

Of course, we didn't exactly stroll hand in hand on the streets, but the three days closed in our own little world made touching each other's body so natural, and we cared so little about everything around us, sometimes we forgot to behave as decently as that was expected in public. And surprisingly, it wasn't solely my fault. Sure, we didn't do anything too obvious - not that I cared what others think - but the way we touched each other's shoulder or stroked each other's hip made it perfectly clear to an observant that the two pleasantly chatting girl in that Vácian park are more than simple friends. We drove one and half hour here because we didn't want to risk to run into someone we knew. In the unfamiliar environment, we could be ourselves so much easier, which was important, especially to Adri. Our first time outside together she didn't have to be afraid of if we gave ourselves out somehow, what the others would think. Who cares about the opinion of strangers?

After we left our car in the parking lot and casually strolled around the park we decided to eat something in the rather atmospheric local restaurant. It wasn't a huge place, but the classical wooden interiors, the warm colors, and the quiet murmurings of the lunchtime guests made it the perfect date place.

We found a remote corner, and after the waitress took our order, we continued our conversation from before.

"How did you do it?" Adri asked

"Don't brood over it yet. My case was only good to deter from doing it, anyway."

"But how?"

I sighed.

"I simply stepped in front of them. But I had Sanyi beside me as a support."

"I would have you beside me."

"Why? To further escalate the situation? To me, Sanyi was a help, not just because he stood there, but because he was my brother, whom my mother always loved more. Your parents on the other hand already hate me. I can't even imagine how much worse it would get when they learned I debauched their only children."

"They'll learn eventually it was you."

"And you think it would be better if they got two heart attacks at the same time?"

"You might have a point" She wondered. "And how did you tell it to Sanyi?"

"Ouch" I looked away instinctively "There is no way you want less to your parents to learn about it. You don't want ANYONE to learn the way Sanyi did."

"Why? Did he take it that much awful?"

"Nope. He caught me that much in the act."

"Oh" Adri said while she recoiled, but then the corner of her lips raised "I get it now."

"He told me he had his suspicions, but the proof for him was when he caught me with another girl."

"Then it is indeed not the way I want to get my parents know" she burst out laughing.

Her joy as always proved to be sticky, but I tried my best to play the offended even as I was laughing.

"Stop it! Do you know how awkward it was?"

"Nope, but I would've been there to see it" she bit her lower lip.

"Bad, bad little Kitten!"

The waitress arrived with our drinks, so we had to distinguish ourselves for a few seconds. She put the cola and peach juice in front of us, then left.

"Who do you think we should tell first?" Adri asked after a sip of her drink.

"I think anybody you want to tell first. If it was up to me, I would advertise it on billboards around the whole country to make everybody know it, but I know it's much different for you."

"Then Sanyi" she stated. "He has experience of learning about someone close she's a lesbian."

"Well, you have that too."

"Don't make me remember it!"

"Was it really that awful for you?"

"With the worldviews, I had then?" she asked back. "Yes, it was. And I didn't handle it well. It still bothers me to this day."

"Don't. I've been long over it. I was over it, the second you talked to me again."

"I don't understand how you do this. How can you have so much strength?"

I shook my head.

"I don't. Believe me, I thought I have, but the break-up with Bence made me realize how much stronger you were."

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, for one, you got back on your feet after merely a few days someone mopped the floor with your heart, while I was a wreck even after a whole week."

"You can't compare these, both are different."

"No, they are not. And there was what you did after my coming out. I mean your apology for your first reaction. Do you know what I did when I hurt someone? When I hurt someone, and I wasn't even right? Nothing. It probably comes from my mother. I've always been too weak to admit my mistakes. I rather ran away, but never said sorry."

"Okay, but that's probably related to that you always had to fight to be accepted."

I shook my head.

"No. I mean, sure, there were people I had to fight against, but... you know, the majority accepted me after the first shock. And those who didn't I just didn't give a shit about. It's more like an over-developed self-esteem than true strength. It's how you handle the difficulties that shows your true strength, and you are proved to be better at that."

"Do you want to know a secret?"

"Alway."

She took a deep breath, then let it out.

"Do you know why I handled my break-ups better than you? Because I didn't love either of them. Not really. Sure, I thought I did, but I never for a second felt the same with them, as I feel with you. Laci never took me as an equal to him, Tibi was a substitute, and Áron... with him only the fear of being alone kept together."

"I understand."

"You see? That's why I always got better so quickly. I never had what you did with Bence, or what I feel with you now."

I smiled and reached over the table to stroke her hand.

"You are so adorable when you say such things."

"Really?"

"Really. I regret every wasted second we could've spent together."

"It's my fault."

"How could it be?"

"Because I've known for a time that you had feelings for me. I wasn't sure whether it was love, but... somewhere deep down I hoped it was."

"Hoped?"

"Yes. I've never told you, but when Áron came up with the threesome... for a second it passed my mind to say yes."

"Seriously?" my eyes went wide. I always thought I knew her, yet the last few days she came with one surprise after another. "How come?"

"I don't know. Maybe I was mad at myself too because of it. I yelled at Áron, but it was meant for me just as much. How could somebody want such thing, if plans for long with the other?"

"I told you back then too..."

"Yes" she cut my sentence in half "I remember. There are people who just spice their sex life up with such things. How would you feel, if I asked it from you now?"

"If you asked it now? I would feel like shit. But a few years later? I would probably do it without a second thought."

"Seriously?" she puckered up her lips.

"Yes, but I would never come up with it on my own."

"But somewhere deep down you would want it if you don't mind me coming up with it."

"Probably. But that's natural. I believe everything is allowed in a relationship, as long as both parties want it."

"Sometimes it's scary how free-minded you are about such things."

"Oh" I raised my eyebrow. "So a threesome is scary, but my fantasy about you being a domina, and making me your slave isn't?"

Her face went brick colored in a second. She bit her lip, then said:

"Maybe somebody would deserve a punishment for sure."

"And who's the bad girl now?"

"You" she said immediately. "That's always you. I guess it's needless to ask whether you would've been in that threesome with Áron and me if I had brought it up."

"I wouldn't have needed much convincing for sure."

"Do you really think that would've been a good idea?"

"Well, for starters, your relationship with him might have transitioned into a relationship with me."

"You are the worst" she laughed.

"Gee, for someone who isn't interested in a threesome you are awfully curious about it."

Adri raised her eyebrows.

"I think I really should get that horsewhip."

"There wasn't horsewhip in my fantasy."

"Well, in mine, there is one now."

"Should I be worried?"

"You'll see" she stuck her tongue out. "So do you really think you would've seduced me from him?"

I felt her naked foot slowly sliding up on my shin.

"What are you doing, miss?" I asked.

"I just asked you a simple question" she said with an innocent face, while her toes were already tickling my knee.

"Well, I think..." her foot reached my inner thighs. "I think we would've been great even..." her toes began to rub my pussy through my jeans. "I mean... aaah."

"What do you mean?" she asked with a blameless face.

"And now who..." I looked into her eyes while I slid lower so she could reach my important parts easier. "Now, who deserves that spanking?"

"I don't know. Still you?" she raised her eyebrow.

"You are lucky that... mmmhhh... That, it's... not so easy to get out of my..."

"A honey and peanut chicken breast" emerged the waitress suddenly at our table "and a mozzarella roast pork.

If our mischievousness wasn't obvious enough already, the way we launched back startled didn't leave much room for assumptions. The waitress, however, cared very little about it. At least I guess, cause from that time on, neither of us dared to look up at her.

After she put the food down and left, we both started to chuckle.

"It was really awkward" Adri said.

"You say? You won't be the one who has to leave the restaurant with wet jeans."

"You became wet?" she licked her lips. "Show me."

The next second I felt her foot verifying my claim.

"Yup" she acknowledged as she sat back again. "It will be most unpleasant for you to stand up in front of all these people."

"You really are enjoying it, aren't you?"

"Very much" she was nodding eagerly.

I winked.

"Then hurry up with the eating, so we can enjoy it more."